Mailbox lyrics

[Intro]
Sosa, baby

[Chorus]
No, I can't calm down, b*tch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders
Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up
See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up
Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

[Verse 1]
n*ggas be really knowin', b*tches be really goin'
Look up and the ceilin' gone, that ass I'm feelin' on
Gimme a Christina Milian, I could pop me a wheelie on
Bout to go get some more chains, like I ain't got enough jewelry on
Went to the trap last night, and I looked up it was dawn
Got a U-Haul backin' in, with equipment & more laundry
You know we ain't really for none, all I know is get paper
I know killas, and they owe me big favors
b*tches XO me like Weeknd, I'm somewhere out eating
Stay yo ass in 2 feet, or go yo ass on the deep end
Someone hand me an ashtray, that's my boys who passed away
Keep my mouth laminated, 'til the day I'm eliminated
[Chorus]
No I can't calm down, b*tch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders
Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up
See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up
Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox

[Verse 2]
What's yo' address n*gga? Where you live at n*gga?
We ain't tryna hear that n*gga, you know I'm a real ass n*gga
Know I gotta get cash n*gga, you know I want it real bad, n*gga
My young n*ggas run down on you, treat you like a lil' ass n*gga
b*tches see the ice, they see the cars, they see the bands they in the mood
They get in, into the spot, that's where the cars gon' take us to
I need top, I told them b*tches that like it was breaking news
And you know I be about my chicken, b*tch no Ramen noodles
Jail cell not even bigger than my pantry
We can't leave no trace I guess them gloves come in handy
It's lovely now, b*tches be loving me now, aye
Had the b*tch suckin' me up, she might end up shutting me down aye

[Chorus]
No I can't calm down, b*tch I'm too turnt up
Judge gon' give me life, foe 'nem Murders
Sittin' at a red light, pourin' this purp' up
See the LVs on my boxers, while I'm liftin' my shirt up
Cops tryna search us, hoes tryna twerk us
Walk in with all this ice, did it on purpose
Got spice like red hot, need to keep ya tail tucked
Have folks nem deliver this to you, put it in ya mailbox